A Life Beyond_The Chore at Home_Exalted Above the Hills_Death Wish
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A Life Beyond
How did we end up here again Thuku, asked George? I remember you were piloting the plane with some map, people chanting and you promised we will be in paradise. Then I think we fell and now you are telling me I slept for five days. You have no idea where we are am hungry, they are hungry too. Why are you still sleeping Thuku, wake up and tell us? Why me, How now? I have tried all sides. I have begged, made bets, tried stealing, and looked for a job but in vain. I have wiped, pushed out, sidelined, trash spoke, my family left me, and now I can’t take it. It is time for me to die, I am not wante...
The Chore at Home
Landon studied the restaurant menu, its photos of golden French fries and honey-roasted chicken and tres leches cake failing to whet his appetite. Around him, patrons munched, leaning over wagon wheel-sized glass tables and chattering in a way that made it obvious that they had much less on their minds than he and Arianna. She’d said only that she wanted to talk about Joshuah, but he could tell by the way her eyes flashed that this would involve her telling him something he didn’t want to hear.A chintzy rendition of “I Need a Hero” sliced the air; her phone. Ordinarily, he would have...
Exalted Above the Hills
“They say when you reach the top, you can raise your hand toward the sky and shake hands with God,” Reverend Paul Hume said to Zack in fragments, broken up by large gulps of air. The trail was steep and dotted with roots and rocks which Paul had to take extra care not to trip over, as he would certainly tumble a long way down before coming to a stop. With each step of his right foot, he stabbed the end of www.onedoor.cchis hiking pole into the ground, leaving a trail of uniformly spaced punctures in the dirt. He twisted his left ankle a while back and couldn’t put much weight on it. The doctor told him that...
Death Wish
You may not believe me but I couldn’t lie about something this serious. Even on her death bed, nana as all the other grandchildren calls her, still doesn’t want anyone else in her kitchen. So, she begs me to come over at lunch time to fix her favorite lunch. When the phone rings at 11a.m. I know it’s going to be grandma complaining about whoever is sitting with her that day. No matter what I am doing or where I am. There’s nothing to do but agree to go over and make a grilled cheese and soup. I try to just say yes before she starts her whimpering “you know nobody else knows how to make it just...